showed her husband in the SP knife interesting, screw shape, as if three blades twisted
The husband:
Let us buy! I’m going to show some customers, to say that this is for the smartest ass...

From the market.
Reviews of the dishwasher relating to the disadvantages:
Previously it was lazy to wash dishes with your hands - now it became lazy to put it in the dishwasher.

Our oldest cat approaches Me and begins to lick. He loves children, so he does it for a long time, with a sensation, shaking, like a tractor, and still licking them at the same time. His tongue is a %). The most terrifying thing is that if the cat " came to love", then it blows out the light. Until "Love"-not be behind :facepalm: In 10 minutes I hear my screams:
and Mamma! The cat is rubbing on me and licking... take it?
I can’t, I can’t clean my vegetables.
I hear a whisper, then a whisper: “Mom... he’s not going to get up... it’s probably?
(The cat is really...heavy :facepalm :)

We have the weather type:
1st Turn on DDT
2nd Hide it
Three Suffering

A five-year-old boy plays with his dad. The husband plays his game on the tablet at the same time. I hear my husband ask:
Where is my dam?
She died.
Did you kill her?
and no. She just died of old age.

You remember Canakau, right?
Diamond: So, he made a woody doll himself, and gently scratched her back all day.

I go to the TC to the toilet for a small need, I get up near the pissuar, there are two others next to me, then the dialogue:
Why are they so low? For the children?
For those who have to the knee, not to touch their fist...

The Lada-Sedan The Bakugan. Fuck them, with low priors. We are so accustomed. A Jeep or Crossover? A guy on the X-trail, scratching the bottom of the low-lying police officer and the exhaust pipe on the irregularities of the asphalt, you really broke my whole brain today.

The Medical Forum. Problems of psychomotor and speech development of children. Appeal of the mother (M) to the specialist (C):
He speaks very badly. I started noticing problems with speech when I was 2 years old, then he spoke only about 5 words (mama, dad, pig peppa, pult). She took him to a neurologist who said the child had encephalopathy.
(C) It is very unfortunate that with such a set of words, no doctor has advised you to throw out the controller with the TV and start reading books.

zzz: It is very difficult in modern Russia to write an article about the ridiculous idiotic proposals of deputies. Because you can accidentally add to the list some silly statement two years ago, then you look - OPA, and this is already adopted law.

[1:20:21 PM] xxx: how cool to live next to home
[1:20:47 PM] yyy: not quite, it is more cool of course to live in the house itself :)
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Lena> Yandex offers me to buy UAZ Bukhanka for 329 thousand

silv_m thread, you can buy an old kangaroo guitar, a cock hat with a deer and point north for a beetle

silv_m or what else there is in the "column with this product usually buy:"

Lena> yes, also show me acoustic guitars and a tent

Creature of No. 18430
so that your problems (any) are always compared not in your favour with life in a concentration camp.

News "National protected Linux distribution Zora ready for implementation"
xxx: I don't know about the working capacity and protection, but with the names we somehow didn't know.
YYY: You have nothing in your head. Compared to Ubuntu/Ebubunu, Debian/Raspbian, Fidora/Pidora - the name "Zarya" is quite a different and Russian word.
xxx: It has managed to borrow in the names of streets, Soviet houses and other things, after the USSR. Have the other words ended?
zzz: I don’t remember any council houses, streets or distributors with the name "Popsik".
Let’s name the next distribution "Pupsique".
Instead of the repository, you can use "Larock". "Going into the larook, wrapped up with a new jeans and in the spring"will sound more impressive in the tram.

XXX: This is...
Someone wrote to me Elena.
XXX: from a tour firm in Vietnam
xxx: and asked to bring her strawberries
XXX is not in Vietnam.

Yesterday I had a dream... I work in some office and my specialty is a banking selfie specialist.
I’ve been thinking all day...

Now I have children. They will give me a glass of water on the deathbed. But before that, they will bring...

The Killer Doctors

I fired the doctor. With threshold. For “violation, non-conformity and the other, and the other.” A quiet, calm woman, always seemed to be tolerant and unwavering, but here she collapsed.
Collapse of calls, consistent clinic and acute seizures, consultations.
The challenge - twelve floors, the elevator is not on duty, we walk up to the 11th floor. We get up, resting - the caller stands at the door, shooting us on the phone, and commenting so obsessively "This is how our "ambulance" rushes to call."
We walk in silence without reacting. Madam lives alone, has a bunch of health complaints, without a single clear, basic and favorite "bad, why incomprehensible?“!”
It holds us for more than an hour, demanding consultation on all existing, including exotic, diseases, mandatory scheduling of treatments and recommendations until old age - instead of periodically popping up the names of officials and other cappuccinously familiar FSB sheriffs, who in case of refusal will immediately be called. We leave completely exhausted.

The next challenge is “lost consciousness, does not breathe.” At the other end of the area. We fly, we push through traffic jams. The courtyard of Stalin, the crowd of people, the body of an old lady. The face is blue, the eyes are coloured - the devil knows it, maybe a stroke, maybe - TELA [Tromboembolism of the pulmonary artery], not to say. We have time to get out of the car - the daughter flies to the doctor, spit in her face and clings into her hair. If we pull away, we tolerate the ears of smoking on our heads, we hide in the car from the angry crowd. Long drive, the hell knows where it carries us, more than an hour have waited, creatures heartless, so that you yourself.
Just released from this - repeat to the same address, to the previous aunt, the supervisor on the phone "complains on the quality of assistance".
I go, I get married, the doctor is strangely silent.
Again climbing to the 11th floor, again madam with the phone and already with a girlfriend - in a voice discussing our rush, uncomfortable and unstable.
Question: “The reason for the challenge?” Madam, smiling, "I hit your paper somewhere, where you wrote appointments - write another one." My doctor, a quiet, sweet woman, takes a step forward and with her size. At the entrance, her exhausting scream is heard: “Have you gone, Ssssuka!” Elijah pulled away.
Her acquaintances seemed to have really known her. I was fired by article, without the right to work at the SP at all.
As she left, she smiled, “Yes, fuck them. A job where murderers should be killed, not beaten, is not for me.”
I thought. This lady is a murderer. If she wasn’t with her challenge, we’d be able to get to that grandmother. And to many other grandmothers whose lives have eaten these ladies.
They still live now. And they call. And they take away for the sake of their fast-paced “I” life from those who really need us.
They like to talk about “killer doctors,” it’s fun.

Once, it happened that two actresses with the same names and surnames became famous at the same time. Neither the numerous negotiations of producers nor even the courts helped. Both firmly stood on their own: to change the name and thus recognize themselves less famous must the other.
And suddenly one of the actresses gave in and agreed to change the name.
The triumph of the winner had no limit until the next morning it became known that her rival added to her name a "younger" console.

News from Rambler:
Thirty years after the unique discovery, the Venus image was disclosed by the Institute of Comic Studies of the Russian Academy of Sciences.